Is Days With My Stepsister A Romance Novels & Stories

Even though I already knew who he was, he's still a stranger to me, and we shouldn't have done what we had done just now. His brows met as his jaw clenched. A glint of anger and irritation flashed through his eyes. I shook my head, tears began to form from the corner of my eyes. Realization hit me like a thunder, and now I was left with nothing but regret. "W-We... we shouldn't be doing this..." I said. Our parents will get married soon, which means he's going to be my step-brother. "I-I'm sorry. Please, leave me a-alone."

"Just promise you'd help me." "Of course I would," I say, not knowing why I was doing it. The line beeped dead, and I took off the phone from my ear, my hand dangling by my side, when Drexon's hand wrapped around my upper body. My hand finds its way to his, and I take a deep breath. "Who was that?" "Melissa, my stepsister," I say and feel him nod. "What did she want?" "A divorce and my help to get it"

“I don’t want to imagine that.” “Liar,” Zara teased. “You’ve already imagined it, haven’t you? Don’t lie.” Amaya sighed, rubbing her temples. “He’s my stepbrother, Zara. Can we not do this?” “That has never stopped any of those W*****d girls,” she said dramatically. “This isn’t W*****d!” “Tell that to the chemistry between you two,” Zara sang, poking Amaya’s side. “If looks could undress, you’d be naked right now.”

Thanks to my stepsister, I was pregnant with the stranger's baby, but I finally decided to have them, and I have to say it was the wisest decision I ever made. I'm a designer, and I can happily raise my pups. I cherish what I have now. Her groom will undoubtedly be Jax; she has been fighting me for him since childhood. And to get him, she even conspired to make me lose my virginity. When I think about that night, I feel like there are a thousand needles in my heart. "I'm not coming to the Pack ever again." My answer was firm, and there was no persuasion after this. She scoffed, her voice cold, "I knew you would say this, but don't you want your mother's things?"

“I honestly don’t understand how someone as sweet and gentle as her could be the sister of someone as emotionally cold as you. You two couldn’t be more different.” “Oh well. You’ll have to put up with me,” she said sarcastically, turning away from him. After a moment of scanning the available movies, she finally made up her mind. “Fine. We’ll watch this one. It starts at ten.” “What’s it about?” “I don’t know. I’ve never heard of it before, but judging by the poster, it looks incredibly romantic. And I love romantic movies so much, so I’ll give it a try. Maybe it’ll be good.”

Lust would’ve been satisfied with any warm body, but none of them come close. I keep telling myself that’s all it is, though. That it’s just wanting what I shouldn’t want, just the thrill of it being forbidden. But then I picture her laughing at Ethan’s jokes, or looking at him the way she looks at me when she thinks I’m not paying attention, and my hands clench. Wrong, I remind myself. She’s my stepsister now. That line isn’t just blurry it’s carved in stone, but knowing that doesn’t stop the craving.

“They’ll be jealous? Or bitter about how close I am to my stepsister?” The word burned. Stepsister. My cheeks flared, blood rising too fast. “You’re an asshole,” I spat, and yet my gaze stayed locked on his. He didn’t blink. “Jason is waiting,” I reminded myself out loud, as if the name would save me. “He’s waiting for me.” Ian scoffed. “Jason? That idiot couldn’t keep you entertained if he were the last man on Earth. All he’s got are dumb jokes and zero bite.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “We laugh. That’s more than I can say about you and your ‘bite.’”

I could almost hear the wedding bеlls. Just thеn, my phonе buzzеd on thе drеssеr, snapping mе out of my daydrеam. It was a mеssagе from Isabella, my stеpsistеr. Wе had nеvеr bееn closе, and her texts always carried an еdgе of sarcasm. "What's shе want now?" I muttеrеd, opening thе mеssаgе.

"Late night at the mansion? Or did the 'Step-Sister' role turn out to be more work than you expected?" "I'm not in the mood, Sienna," I said, my voice flat. I jammed my English Lit textbook into my bag. "Oh, I bet you aren't. It’s hard work, isn’t it? Trying to fit into a world where you don’t have a receipt." She stepped closer, her voice dropping so only I could hear. "I saw the way you looked at Roman this morning. It was pathetic. You looked like a stray dog waiting for a scrap." I gripped the edge of my locker door until the metal bit into my palms. "He’s my step-brother, Sienna. We live in the same house. Of course I’m going to look at him."

But the moment I entered, I realized it was a shitty idea. I spotted my stepbrother, Luca and his friends partying like crazy like it's the last day of their life. I was about to leave but Luca spotted me. "Music off!" He stopped the music and moved towards me. "Ohh, I see my little stepsister is back, huh?" He looked at me up and down, not in a brotherly way. "Hi, Luca!" I greeted, not wanting to be rude. "Guys, meet my stepsister, Dawn. Let's welcome her to our party!" He screamed, slumping his hand on my shoulder, making me uncomfortable but still I smiled at them.